The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves th — Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispèd and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere: It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year.

Ulalume [1847], st. 1

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